timothée chalamet imagines

monsters

your pov

I feel myself waking up as Timothée stirs around in the bed. The grip he had around my waist, loosens, and then goes away completely.

I continue to feel movement in the sheets and then feel a kick to my calve.

"What are you doing?" I groan turning on my lamp and sitting up straight.

My eyes find our five year old son.

One of his hands is gripping his teddy bear and the other, the blanket he has refused to let go of since he was born. His eyes are filled to the rim with tears as snot drips down his nose.

I pull tissues out of the box on the nightstand and begin wiping away his tears and snot.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask.

"Monsters." he sniffled.

"Monsters?"

He nods. "In my room."

I toss the tissues in the trashcan beside the bed. Y/s/n crawls into my lap and hugs me tightly, laying his head on my chest as I run my fingers through his hair; trying to calm him down.

Timothée starts to wake up. He sits up too and looks at us both.

"What's wrong?" he asks with a concerned look on his face.

"Y/s/n saw monsters in his room."

His face goes from concerned to "are. you. kidding.me." in half a second.

"Do something." I insist.

"Buddy," he says rubbing our son's back.

Y/s/n gets off of my lap and sits in between us, looking up at his dad.

"there are no monsters in your room."

"I saw them." our son begins to cry again.

Timothée sighs. "Do you want me to go check for them again?"

He son nods and Timmy gets off the bed shaking his head, dragging himself off the bed and out to the hallway.

I turn off my lamp and pull our son back into my arms and lay him down, pressing kisses to his cheek and the side of his head.

"You can stay here tonight." I whisper.

Before you know it, he's relaxed and already falling back asleep. Timothée returns in just a minute and dips back into the bed.

"Really?" he whispers.

"This will be the last time, I swear."

"That's what you said the last time, and the time before that, and the ti-"

"I know," I say irritated "stop reminding me."

This isn't the first time our son has seen "monsters" in his room. Timothée always goes to "check for them" and returns to give our son the 'safe-pass' to go back to his own bed.

"When will the day come for you to tell him he has to go back to his room for once?"

"Soon."

As much as he was upset, he still moved in close and wrapped his arms around the both of us.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"For what?"

"Getting upset. I just want him to learn that he can't always stay in bed with us when he sees a shadow from his night light or even hears rain hit his window."

"Me either," I begin to choke up "but I just don't want him to grow up. Pretty soon he won't even want us near him anymore."

"That's just a part of growing up y/n, we've all done it with our own parents before."

"But he's our baby," I say "our only baby."

The grasp he has around us goes tighter.

"I'll give you another if you want."

I chuckle. "Seriously?"

I had been thinking about bringing up the topic of trying for a second kid for quite a while, but I just didn't know how to. He's always away from home and signing up for new projects that stretch a whole year. His career is at its peak, I don't want to rip that away from him before he gets to experience it fully.

"Seriously." he says. I know he's grinning even though I can't see him.

"You're not just saying that for pity are you?"

"I'm not. It'd be nice to have a baby around the house again, maybe a little you instead of me this time. I'll give you another baby, as many babies as you want." he exaggerates.

"I love you." I smile.

His lips search for mine and they connect.

"I love you too."

I snuggled closer to him, our son laying perfectly between us like he belongs there.

"I could give you a second baby," Timothée nudges a bit "if you send him to his room right now."

I think to myself for a split-second.

"Y/s/n.." I shake him "y/s/n."

His groggy little body sits up and he rubs his eyes open. "Mo-mommy?"

"Your dad checked for monsters, they're gone now."

"But mom-"

"You have to be a big boy now and go back to your room." I say.

"You'll be safe," Timmy says "they're all gone. I promise."

Timothée and I press a kiss to his cheeks at the same time.

"Ew!" our son pushes our faces away, causing us to laugh. He reaches the floor and disappears back to his room.

"Now about that baby.." I say crawling on top of Timothée.

a lil saucy ending for y'all 😳🤚🏼